He squints at me and leans in, brushing his lips against mine. “And me, I hope.”
“Humph. The jury’s still out on you, handsome.” I feel him pull back to allow me to leave when I grip his T-shirt and pull him close to me again, nuzzling my head into my favorite spot on his neck. “Just give me a minute.” I hear a tiny laugh as his hand comes up to hold me against his body. Even though I’m a little irritated and a lot confused, everything seems to melt away when I’m close to him like this. I inhale deeply, allowing his smell to run through me and, hopefully, rub off enough to take some of him home.
“You can stay with me and do this all night if you want,” he says softly. I close my eyes and shake my head against him. “Fine, but just so you know, I’m not a fan of this bullshit ‘no sleepover’ rule.”
I pull away from him and rest my forehead against his, seeing his serious expression. “I should go,” I whisper and he grabs my face and plants kisses all over it as I try to contain my euphoria. Playful Reese is hard to let go of, but I somehow manage. Closing my door, he walks to the curb and watches me as I pull away, his incredible build slowly getting smaller in my rear view.
My mind is racing as I drive home. So many things happened tonight that I wasn’t anticipating and don’t quite know how the hell to react to. Between him dropping everything to come to me, telling me I’m all he thinks about, and declaring himself my boyfriend, I feel completely unprepared for what to expect out of him next. Fuck my rules. Reese has his own set that he is playing by and I’m completely oblivious to all of them.
It pours down rain all day on Wednesday, preventing our usual steady flow of walk-in customers from making the trek down Fayette Street. I stay busy in the kitchen all day, which I tend to do most rainy days, while Joey rifles through my planner to make sure we’re prepared for all upcoming orders. I have one wedding this weekend and the Frey’s anniversary cake to make, which I’ve decided to get started on after lunch on Thursday. In between mixing the ingredients, I scroll over the last several text messages between Reese and myself that had transpired yesterday. He really is an expert at the flirty text messages thing. I’ve just managed to slip the cake into my double oven when Joey’s voice comes ringing through the shop.
“Cupcake, you have a delivery,” he sings and I move quickly past the worktop and through the doorway. Fred is standing in front of the counter and smiles at me, his gap-toothed grin spreading across his face.
“Hi, Fred. How are you today?” I ask as he steps up to the counter. Fred is the only other man who makes my heart flutter at his appearance, and it’s only because he always comes with something from Reese.
“I’m great, Ms. Dylan. Here you go.” Sliding a brown envelope across to me and holding out his clipboard, I sign for it and hold up my finger to him. I grab a bakery box and fill it with some apple turnovers, slipping one into a separate small bag and handing them out to him.
“Would you please give this box to Mr. Carroll for me? The one in the bag is for you,” I say and his smile manages to grow.
“Sure. Thanks, Ms. Dylan. See ya, Joey,” he responds excitedly, turning on his feet and walking out the door.
“Bye, Freddy,” Joey replies in his flirty voice, earning himself an eye roll from me.
“Seriously? He’s like sixty.”
“Age is just a number, cupcake.”
I open the envelope and pull out the tiny brown card, my heart beating so loud I’m sure Joey will give me shit about it.
Dylan,
Have you heard the song “Do I Wanna Know?” by the Arctic Monkeys? I can’t listen to it anymore without thinking of you, not that I’m complaining or anything. Miss your face.
X Reese
Oh, I miss his face terribly. Handing over the card to Joey, I watch his expression get all weepy while he digs his phone out of his pocket.
“I don’t think I know that song,” I say as he docks his phone and hits a few buttons. Music begins playing through the speakers, music that instantly reminds me of sex. Holy shit. I can actually picture Reese thrusting into me at the tempo.
“Jesus, is this it?” I ask and Joey nods through a grin.
“Yup. I fucking love this song. You should listen carefully to the lyrics, cupcake. I think he’s trying to tell you something,” he replies as he hands me back the card and starts organizing the display case. I lean against the counter, listening to the song as the front door swings open and Juls comes barreling through.
“Hello, my lovies. Ooohhh, I fucking love this song. Reminds me of sex.” She echoes my thoughts as I nod in agreement.
“Reese said it reminds him of Dylan. What you think about that?” Joey asks, and her eyes widen.